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"I'm sorry, sister...!"
In that moment, Timothy evolved.
Even though he was not using his main body, the instant he transferred all his power into his spiritual form, he was finally freed from his physical limitations, from his insecurities, and from his own fear.
Burning gold and green soul flames blazed beautifully, growing into an endless tree of many colors.
And at that very moment...
FLAAASH!
He grasped the truth of his Spiral as he gazed deeply into what lay beneath all the Tiers. An Ancient Goddess of Life and Nature appeared before him, spreading her hands toward him.
"Spiral of Fate – Primordial Harvest."
His axe became a gentle hand, delicately harvesting the first fruit in months since there had been any food.
Exhausted and hungry, he harvested the very soul of his sister from The Gardener, and at the same time left The Garden completely soulless and weakened.
"Now! Gungnir!"
